Post by FWF on May 16, 2011 11:21:52 GMT -5
STRACHON: Welcome to Live-Wire. I’m Sam Strachon here with Linda Myles.
MYLES: And we have a great show scheduled. Let’s talk about that main event.
STRACHON: That US Tag Team titles will be up for wWo to take.
MYLES: Don’t be so sure about that.
STRACHON: We hope you had a Merry Christmas.
MYLES: Now let's start what looks to be a promising 2007 for FWF.
STRACHON: First to come tonight… The Predator is in action!
"You know you're right" by Nirvana starts to hits the arena receiving boos from the packed arena. Predator comes swaggering out with the reaction picking up in decibels. Walking behind him with a notepad and pen is Marcus Brody As soon as he reaches the top of the stage, he holds his arms out as sparks drop from the top of the Titantron.
JENKINS: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...from The Eyrie, Ashton-under-Lyne, England… The Predator!
The Predator continues to swagger down the ramp, mouthing insults at the fans, telling them to "cheer for me," and that "I am the best." He slides under the bottom rope and ascends the turnbuckle, raising his arms, before pointing to himself. he then descends the turnbuckle, getting ready for his opponent. Outside the ring, Marcus Brody pulls up a steel chair and sits down, focusing eagerly on the ring.
MYLES: He must be in rough shape after that match at Blizzard.
STRACHON: No way, Predator can handle anything.
MYLES: Apparently not his title.
STRACHON: He didn't even get pinned!
MYLES: And why is Marcus Brody out here? To interfere?
STRACHON: No. He's here to take notes of Predator's performance. Don't you listen to a word that any of these guys say?
The DX theme blares over the PA as Bsmall enters onto the stage.
JENKINS: And his opponent from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… Bsmall!
Bsmall begins running down the ramp and slides into the ring, only to be knocked back out by a baseball slide from Predator. Predator follows him out, and picks him up. He then slams Bsmall's head into the ring apron, and throws him inside. Marcus Brody nods before jotting something down in the notepad.
MYLES: He seems to be making up for that loss he suffered.
STRACHON: Say it one more time. James got lucky that that FWF loser Camisado can't handle a damn submission. A legend like The Predator could have handled the Bohne-shooter, and we all know it!
Predator slides back into the ring, and picks Bsmall up again. He lifts him up and slams him back down with a powerbomb. He ascends the turnbuckle, and jumps off with a flying elbow drop, slamming his elbow onto the mat as Bsmall rolls out of the way.
STRACHON: How did he manage that?
MYLES: He pushed away from the place Predator was going to land, I'm assuming.
STRACHON: You're as bad as Bethea.
Predator gets to his feet, grasping his elbow. Bsmall gets up as well, and charges at Predator, hitting a clothesline. Predator gets up again, as Bsmall attempts another clothesline, only to be hit with a boot to the face.
MYLES: That has to leave a mark.
STRACHON: Get it?
MYLES: Not really, no…
Predator picks up Bsmall, and throws him into the turnbuckle. He places him on the top rope, and sets up for a superplex. Predator then slams Bsmall into the mat, hitting the superplex. Outside the ring, Marcus scribbles something else down.
STRACHON: And it's over folks. Marcus Brody just wrote "Amazing" on that notepad, and we all know it.
Predator begins to wind up his arm as the crowd boo. Bsmall slowly gets up to his feet. When he does, Predator charges at him, hitting him with the Wing Attack. He then covers him. …1 …2 …3.
JENKINS: And the winner of the match …The Predator!
Predator raises his arms. He then picks Bsmall up and throws him over the top rope. JENKINS: hands Predator the microphone and he begins to speak.
PREDATOR: Did you see that? I completely dominated this guy. Just like every match that I’m in. James Bohne may have got a fluke win over Camisado by making him tap out, but that means nothing other than the fact that I didn’t lose my title.
STRACHON: That’s true.
PREDATOR: But… it appears… that Mark Briggs doesn’t want to give me a rematch, so I have to start my way from the bottom.
MYLES: He’s doing a pretty good job so far.
PREDATOR: If this is the bottom, then it’s where I don’t want to be. I need something a little more challenging… But the fact of the matter is… there is no one on the Live-Wire roster that is a threat to me.
MYLES: I beg to differ. We have one of the best rosters in wrestling.
STRACHON: True… but Predator is at the top of it.
PREDATOR: So… next week… give me someone more challenging and I’ll beat them too. I’ll prove to you exactly why I am the greatest wrestler alive today.
Predator drops the microphone and Marcus Brody climbs in the ring. Brody grabs Predator’s arm and raises it into the air as the crowd boo.
MYLES: Well, we’re gonna have to take a short break.
STRACHON: Don’t go anywhere.
MYLES: And we have a great show scheduled. Let’s talk about that main event.
STRACHON: That US Tag Team titles will be up for wWo to take.
MYLES: Don’t be so sure about that.
STRACHON: We hope you had a Merry Christmas.
MYLES: Now let's start what looks to be a promising 2007 for FWF.
STRACHON: First to come tonight… The Predator is in action!
"You know you're right" by Nirvana starts to hits the arena receiving boos from the packed arena. Predator comes swaggering out with the reaction picking up in decibels. Walking behind him with a notepad and pen is Marcus Brody As soon as he reaches the top of the stage, he holds his arms out as sparks drop from the top of the Titantron.
JENKINS: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...from The Eyrie, Ashton-under-Lyne, England… The Predator!
The Predator continues to swagger down the ramp, mouthing insults at the fans, telling them to "cheer for me," and that "I am the best." He slides under the bottom rope and ascends the turnbuckle, raising his arms, before pointing to himself. he then descends the turnbuckle, getting ready for his opponent. Outside the ring, Marcus Brody pulls up a steel chair and sits down, focusing eagerly on the ring.
MYLES: He must be in rough shape after that match at Blizzard.
STRACHON: No way, Predator can handle anything.
MYLES: Apparently not his title.
STRACHON: He didn't even get pinned!
MYLES: And why is Marcus Brody out here? To interfere?
STRACHON: No. He's here to take notes of Predator's performance. Don't you listen to a word that any of these guys say?
The DX theme blares over the PA as Bsmall enters onto the stage.
JENKINS: And his opponent from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… Bsmall!
Bsmall begins running down the ramp and slides into the ring, only to be knocked back out by a baseball slide from Predator. Predator follows him out, and picks him up. He then slams Bsmall's head into the ring apron, and throws him inside. Marcus Brody nods before jotting something down in the notepad.
MYLES: He seems to be making up for that loss he suffered.
STRACHON: Say it one more time. James got lucky that that FWF loser Camisado can't handle a damn submission. A legend like The Predator could have handled the Bohne-shooter, and we all know it!
Predator slides back into the ring, and picks Bsmall up again. He lifts him up and slams him back down with a powerbomb. He ascends the turnbuckle, and jumps off with a flying elbow drop, slamming his elbow onto the mat as Bsmall rolls out of the way.
STRACHON: How did he manage that?
MYLES: He pushed away from the place Predator was going to land, I'm assuming.
STRACHON: You're as bad as Bethea.
Predator gets to his feet, grasping his elbow. Bsmall gets up as well, and charges at Predator, hitting a clothesline. Predator gets up again, as Bsmall attempts another clothesline, only to be hit with a boot to the face.
MYLES: That has to leave a mark.
STRACHON: Get it?
MYLES: Not really, no…
Predator picks up Bsmall, and throws him into the turnbuckle. He places him on the top rope, and sets up for a superplex. Predator then slams Bsmall into the mat, hitting the superplex. Outside the ring, Marcus scribbles something else down.
STRACHON: And it's over folks. Marcus Brody just wrote "Amazing" on that notepad, and we all know it.
Predator begins to wind up his arm as the crowd boo. Bsmall slowly gets up to his feet. When he does, Predator charges at him, hitting him with the Wing Attack. He then covers him. …1 …2 …3.
JENKINS: And the winner of the match …The Predator!
Predator raises his arms. He then picks Bsmall up and throws him over the top rope. JENKINS: hands Predator the microphone and he begins to speak.
PREDATOR: Did you see that? I completely dominated this guy. Just like every match that I’m in. James Bohne may have got a fluke win over Camisado by making him tap out, but that means nothing other than the fact that I didn’t lose my title.
STRACHON: That’s true.
PREDATOR: But… it appears… that Mark Briggs doesn’t want to give me a rematch, so I have to start my way from the bottom.
MYLES: He’s doing a pretty good job so far.
PREDATOR: If this is the bottom, then it’s where I don’t want to be. I need something a little more challenging… But the fact of the matter is… there is no one on the Live-Wire roster that is a threat to me.
MYLES: I beg to differ. We have one of the best rosters in wrestling.
STRACHON: True… but Predator is at the top of it.
PREDATOR: So… next week… give me someone more challenging and I’ll beat them too. I’ll prove to you exactly why I am the greatest wrestler alive today.
Predator drops the microphone and Marcus Brody climbs in the ring. Brody grabs Predator’s arm and raises it into the air as the crowd boo.
MYLES: Well, we’re gonna have to take a short break.
STRACHON: Don’t go anywhere.